Open Door Policy (6.6K) (Patreon)

This took me ages to write, I have a few deleted scenes as well, might be fun to upload as well and explain why I cut it!!

This felt so much longer because I deleted scenes, but I hope 6.6K is enough for all of you 💕🫶

anyway, thank you for waiting 💕 enjoy this

———————

Taehyung had told him his younger brother would stay over for a few months, until he’d find a new place to stay.

Jimin hadn’t paid it any mind then, didn’t even care. He’s had his own younger brother stay over at their student house some time ago, and their other roommate Hoseok also had his sister over for a few days. It’s nothing out of the ordinary.

Except that Taehyung forgot to mention that his younger brother is really fucking hot.

He is casually the prettiest guy Jimin has ever laid eyes on. he’s built, wearing a tight black top that doesn’t really cover anything, not his big pecs, nor his tiny waist, especially not his right arm covered in tattoos. Black hair, grown out in a little mullet, big brown eyes, piercing in his eyebrow, double piercing in his lower lip.

It’s a miracle Jimin is even able to introduce himself.

“I’m Jimin.”

“Jeongguk.”

His voice sounds smooth, and his hand feels warm when they shake on it.

This is gonna be really tough.

———————

Jeongguk, turns out, doesn’t have a sense of privacy.

Jimin admits it might have been his own fault at first; he’s so used to sharing his apartment with only Taehyung and Hoseok, and they regularly walk in on the other in the bathroom.

That’s why he knows he’s totally at fault. He’s only half awake, so the idea that it might be someone other than Taehyung or Hoseok in the shower while he’s brushing his teeth doesn’t occur to him until the moment the shower curtain opens.

Jeongguk stands there, in all his naked glory, water droplets running down his bare skin, into every dip, every hard line of muscle.

Jimin watches him in the reflection of the mirror, frozen mid-brush, blood rushing up to his face.

“O-oh my god sorry, I thought you were Hoseok.”

He averts his gaze down to the sink.

“Mm? Oh, I don’t mind. Can you pass me the towel?”

Jeongguk acts as if this an everyday occurrence for him. Jimin blinks a few times, wondering if he heard that right.

“Oh nevermind, I can grab it myself.”

Jeongguk just walks out of the cabin, past him, grabbing a towel from the shelf.

Jimin’s eyes flicker to the mirror, sees Jeongguk’s back in the reflection. He almost gasps. His shoulders are broad, but he has the most sexy, tiny waist, and his ass is pretty too, way rounder than Jimin expected from such a muscular guy.

God, fuck, it’s 8 in the morning and he feels his dick twitch in his pyjamas.

He can’t seem to tear his eyes away, it’s like they’re glued to Jeongguk’s body. He watches him dry himself in the reflection like a creep, mouth watering at all the pretty angles he sees Jeongguk bend into.

Jeongguk turns around then, and Jimin quickly looks down at the sink. The image flashes in his mind. he saw it, only for a fraction of a second, but it’s etched into his retina. Fuck, Jeongguk is hung.

“Is my underwear over there? I thought I put it on the shelf but I can’t find it.”

Jeongguk is so casual about his entire body being on display, as if he’s known Jimin for years.

“Uhm.” Jimin swallows, looks around, finds a black Calvin Klein neatly folded on the side of the sink. “Here.”

He gives it to Jeongguk without looking at him, earns a breathy laugh.

“We’re both guys you know, you don’t have to be so jumpy.”

What kind of logic is that? Sounds suspiciously like a straight guy. Jimin manages to catch Jeongguk’s gaze in the reflection.

“I mean, I’m used to communal showers after soccer, so it’s no biggie.”

No biggie.

That’s funny.

Jimin could have sworn otherwise when he saw what he did just seconds ago. Luckily, Jeongguk has the towel wrapped around his waist now. Not that it matters much, he’s still irresistible, Jimin’s eyes keep moving over those pretty collarbones, his smooth skin.

“Right, sorry. I just- you know, you don’t know me well so, it might be weird.”

“No it’s all good. As long as you don’t mind me walking in on you either? If you do, just say so, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in your own house.”

“No it’s fine.” Is it fine though? Jimin doesn’t know why he said that, but it’s already out of his mouth so there’s no going back. “I don’t mind being naked around anyone.”

Oh god, that wasn’t supposed to come out like that.

Jeongguk blinks, eyebrows rising at the statement.

Jimin watches the reaction with slight horror.

“I mean- I meant like, in the house, with Taehyung and Hoseok- not that we’re always naked together but like-“

Jeongguk cuts him off with a snort, lips slowly curling into a grin.

“I get it.”

“Right.”

Jimin catches a glimpse of his own face in the mirror, his cheeks have turned red. This might be one of the worst social interactions he’s had in his lifetime.

“See you around then.”

Jeongguk says, still chuckling as he walks out of the bathroom.

Jimin hangs his head and groans.

———————

“Jeonggukkie said you told him you’re a nudist.”

Jimin’s head whips towards Taehyung, who’s scrolling on his phone on the couch.

Hoseok perks up from behind his laptop.

“A nudist? Jiminie?”

Jimin feels shame run through his body.

“That- that was a misunderstanding. I tried to tell him I didn’t mind if he walked in on me.”

“What?”

“Not like that.”

He holds up his hands in defence.

Taehyung puts his phone down, gives him his undivided attention. Hoseok also stops typing to tune in.

“I- I accidentally walked in on him showering, thinking it was one of you. And then he asked if I was uncomfortable.”

“So you said: no, come look at me when I’m naked?”

Hoseok asks, snickering to himself.

“Of course not.” Jimin defends. “I just said it was fine, like, I don’t care, just like with you guys.”

“Hm.” Taehyung leans back a little on the couch. “He specifically said that you told him you like to be naked around others.”

“That’s not what I said. And I know he knows that’s not what I said.”

Hoseok just laughs, and Taehyung scans him up and down, no detectable emotion showing on his face.

“I don’t know. You do kind of like being naked. You’re always in your underwear.”

Oh, now Taehyung is just fucking with him. There’s that slight glint in his eyes, Jimin recognises it immediately. So he flips him off.

“Yeah, you’re actually always shirtless around the house, do you want us to look?”

Hoseok adds.

The second Jimin looks at him, Hoseok covers himself in defence of any object that might be thrown his way.

“You guys suck.”

———————

“Why did you do that?”

Jimin asks when Jeongguk gets back to their house. Taehyung and Hoseok have class today, so Jimin has the house to himself. Well, had.

Jeongguk walks in slowly, drops his bag on the floor. He looks all.. sweaty. The ends of his black hair stick to his face, which has more colour to it than usual. he’s wearing sports clothes. They’re.. very tight.

Jimin can’t decide whether seeing Jeongguk in skintight clothes is hotter than seeing him naked, because the effect is quite similar. He feels a rush of heat spread through his body, has to swallow his desire.

“Do what?”

Jeongguk kicks off his shoes.

“Tell Taehyung that I’m a nudist.”

“Oh.” Jeongguk snorts. “I thought it was funny.”

“It wasn’t.”

Jimin leans back against the wall, folding his arms.

Jeongguk doesn’t seem the least intimidated.

“Come on, you misspoke and it sounded like you were an exhibitionist. It was funny.”

Jimin wants to deny it, but the moment he opens his mouth, Jeongguk goes and takes his shirt off.

He’s not even doing it for the sake of it, he’s just walking towards the shower, as if the conversation is over, undressing along the way there, leaving a trail of his clothes behind.

Messy.

Jimin follows it like they’re bread crumbs.

“I wasn’t done talking.”

“I know, but I need a shower, and since you didn’t mind walking in on me last time I thought you’d be fine talking in here too.”

Jeongguk strips his underwear off in Jimin’s line of vision, and he gets an eyeful of those pretty cheeks before Jeongguk steps under the shower.

He closes the curtain but it doesn’t close all the way, there’s a sliver of it left open, Jimin can peek through it.

He swallows, knows that he should just turn around a leave, but he’s standing there, watching the water run down over Jeongguk‘s back.

“I’m not an exhibitionist.”

He says, hypnotised by the sight. Even though it’s just the tiniest opening, he can see the way Jeongguk washes himself, rubbing his pretty hands over his well-toned body. All that creamy soap covering it in pretty bubbles.

“I know, I was just teasing.”

Jeongguk says, going on to wash his hair.

Jimin doesn’t know why he’s still standing here, watching the way Jeongguk’s long fingers brush through his black locks, massaging his scalp, the way his back muscles clench and unclench with every move.

He knows he’s fucked when Jeongguk turns around and looks right at him, as if he could feel his eyes run over him.

Jimin would have walked away, or averted his gaze, but the way the corners of Jeongguk’s mouth curl up into a sly grin makes his mind short-circuit, and so he’s frozen in place.

“You are a voyeur though, it seems.”

Jeongguk says, not even hiding himself, not shying away. He just closes his eyes and tilts his head back, rinsing his hair under the water.

Jimin gets a full front view, it’s completely outrageous. He feels almost offended if it wasn’t for the absolute godly sight;

Jeongguk is so beautiful, with that sharp jawline, the sleeve on his arm, that broad chest, pretty abs, deep v-line, and fuck.. he’s got a nice, big cock. Even soft, it’s exactly like the first glimpse Jimin had. He thought he’d exaggerated it in his mind, but no. Jeongguk is actually hung.

“You really like watching, hm?”

Jimin flickers his gaze back up, finds Jeongguk tilting his head, quirking an eyebrow.

Shit.

“I was- I was just lost in thoughts.”

He says quickly, turning on his heel to leave.

Once he’s on his bed in his bedroom he buries his face in his pillow and wallows in shame.

———————

“Your brother..” Jimin starts, feeling his throat run dry already. “He’s got no manners at all.”

“That’s funny.” Taehyung looks at him. “He said the same thing about you.”

They’re huddled up in Taehyung’s bed, like many other nights. Jimin is still shaken up over the whole shower thing.

“No but he just has no shame.”

“Wow. It’s like you two agreed to tell me the exact same thing.”

Jimin scoffs, offended.

“He’s the one who started undressing in front of my eyes. And then just told me to talk to him in the bathroom, leaving the curtain half open.”

“I heard you were watching him shower.”

Taehyung deadpans.

Jimin feels blood rush up his neck, but he can’t let Jeongguk win. Taehyung needs to believe him.

“I was trying to have a conversation because he gave me no choice. He didn’t close the curtain.”

“Did you?”

Taehyung asks.

Jimin blinks.

“Did I what?”

“Close the curtain. If you were in the bathroom, you could have closed it.”

Jimin feels nerves jump around in his stomach, because he knows Taehyung is right.

“No I- I didn’t want to impose-“

“So you watched.”

“Watching sounds like I was there staring for hours. I just saw him, then looked away.”

Taehyung hums, looks from one eye to the other like he’s examining something.

“You know he’s straight right?“

Fuck.

“I-is he?” Jimin tries to not sound disappointed. “That explains. All hets are bad mannered.”

Taehyung just scans over him, like he’s onto him.

“You better not be thinking about fucking my brother Jimin.”

Jimin lets out a nervous laugh and shakes his head.

“Absolutely not.”

———————

He so is. He so is thinking about it.

Whenever he sees Jeongguk in and around the house he’s mouth watering, thinking about it. About every possible scenario that could end with Jeongguk in his bed.

Because, Jeongguk might be straight but he’s made every single alarm bell ring so far, and Jimin is never wrong about his gaydar. If a guy is even 0.1% fruity, he can tell.

For one, Jeongguk didn’t get offended when he watched him shower. That whole sequence screamed gay. Or at least interested. No straight man would willingly let a gay guy look at his cock and say “you really like watching, hm?”

There is just no way.

And secondly, Jeongguk likes to tease him way too much. There isn’t a day that doesn’t go by without a text from Jeongguk sending him links of nudist beaches saying: found just the place for you

Last night he even got send a TV program: Adam and Eve, a dating show where people meet each other naked on a deserted island. With the corresponding text: I signed you up for the next season

Jimin always replies with middle finger and eye roll emojis.

So, either that means Jeongguk is not as straight as he thinks he is, or Taehyung doesn’t know Jeongguk is fruity. Either way, Jimin needs to be careful about his approach.

———————

Taehyung watches him like a hawk, and under no circumstances is he ever left alone with Jeongguk in the house.

It gets so frustrating that he decides to go out for the night, just to take his mind off. Maybe it’s just that he hasn’t got laid in a while that he’s so fixated on Jeongguk. Maybe it’s just because Jeongguk lives in his house and it’s easy.

So, with that mindset he finds himself in the club, trying to find just about anyone that even slightly resembles Jeongguk. If he’s drunk enough he can pretend it’s him, and after that the whole spell will be broken and Taehyung will be pleased.

Once he finds a guy with dark hair and an eyebrow piercing he’s satisfied. Takes him to the back of the club and lets himself be ravished. It’s just kissing for the sake of it, grinding til it’s inappropriate to be in public, taking someone to the bathroom stalls and jerking each other off.

Yet, when they’re done and Jimin finds himself back on the dance floor, he doesn’t really feel anything.

Which brings him to his second best coping mechanism.

Drinking until he can’t stand, calling a cab home, and passing out in his bed.

———————

He wakes up in the pitch dark, throat so dry it’s uncomfortable. Might have went overboard with it.

His head spins as he tiptoes towards his door. Taehyung’s bedroom borders his, and for some reason he wakes up as soon as Jimin breathes, so he tries to be silent.

He sneaks into the kitchen, rubbing his eye to adjust to the darkness. He’s about to open a cabinet when he hears a soft, breathy sound from somewhere in the living room.

Jimin halts, heartbeat picking up. He concentrates on the sound, soft breaths turn into low moans, accompanied by the rustling of clothes, a rhythmic wet sound as if-

Oh.

Heat flares up his face, and he’s fully aware that he should leave whoever’s masturbating in the living room to themselve, but his feet are nailed to the ground.

it’s not like he hasn’t heard Hoseok or Taehyung get off before, but at least that was through the wall, and they were in their own rooms. He wonders why the fuck anyone would take it to the living room.

He wonders who it is.

It’s fine, right? Just a quick peek in case it’s actually a burglar. Really, Jimin’s just doing his legal duty as a resident of this house, checking who’s in the living room at this hour.

He tells himself that as he sneaks his head around the wall, and finds Jeongguk there, lying on the couch.

He’s got one hand curled around his phone, the other dipped into his black Calvin Klein’s, moving steadily up and down. His pants are only half down, as if he couldn’t be bothered to take them off all the way. His phone screen lights up his face, cheeks and nose red, shimmering with a layer of sweat as he bites his lower lip.

Fuck.

Jimin’s jaw drops, mind a little numb, and he stares, throat not even dry anymore.

Why- why is Jeongguk even getting off right here? And why now? It’s what, 5 am? What kind of porn does he even watch? It’s hard to see. And why is his cock hidden behind underwear? That’s just inconsiderate.

Jimin swallows, heat spreading through his body, cock twitching in his pyjama shorts despite his alcohol intake.

Jeongguk moans softly, eyelashes fluttering, head tilting back against the pillow as he picks up the pace. The room fills with that wet rhythmic sound, and Jimin is so gone.

He’s been thinking about Jeongguk all night at the club, kissing guys and grinding on them just to get him out of his head. Yet nothing of those fleeting touches compares to the heat he feels just watching Jeongguk touch himself.

Wait. Not watching, just checking up.

Yeah, he’s just checking up. This is him checking, absolutely not rubbing over his hardening cock. In fact he’s so dedicated to his duty that his hand slips into his pyjama shorts.

As soon as he takes himself in his hand a soft moan slips past his lips, body shuddering as if welcoming the touch. He strokes his length about two times before a bright light shines his direction.

The alcohol slows down his reaction time, so he stands there like that for a second or two before he takes his hand out of his pants, covers the light to see Jeongguk shining his phone flashlight on him.

Shit.

“Sorry I was- I was getting water.”

He points at the kitchen, blood rushing up his neck. It stays silent for a few excruciating seconds, then the light lowers a little, focusing on his crotch.

He quickly hides his bulge behind his hands, nerves jumping around because he knows it’s not looking good.

“I-I was thirsty, I didn’t know you were here.”

He adds, ears burning up. He’s prepared for anything Jeongguk will say regarding his obvious boner, he’ll just say it’s morning wood, or something like that.

“Can you get me some water too?”

Jeongguk asks.

Jimin blinks, trying to read Jeongguk’s expression but he can’t really see him well in the light. Is this him pretending he wasn’t jerking off?

“Uh, yeah, I’ll just-“

Jimin walks into the kitchen, hands trembling when he fills two glasses of water, then walks over to the couch.

Jeongguk looks up at him, doesn’t break eye contact as he takes one of the glasses, fingers brushing over his own.

Jimin swallows, watches Jeongguk put his lips against the rim of the glass, tilting his head back to drink. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and Jimin’s eyes travel even further down.

Just in case it was all his imagination, he needs to check. But no, Jeongguk is still undressed, pants around his knees, outline of his big, hard cock on full display. Jimin almost chokes on his spit, quickly takes a sip of his water to cool down.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

Jeongguk asks, putting his glass on the low table.

“Hm?”

“That I’m getting off in your living room.”

This time Jimin actually chokes, he has to clear his throat a few times, cheeks burning at the vulgarity of the statement.

“N-no- I mean- no.”

He clenches his hand around the glass a little harder, sucks on his lower lip as Jeongguk looks at him. The younger tilts his head, lock of dark hair falling in front of one of his dark brown eyes, that usual glint overcast by shadow.

Then Jeongguk slides his hand down his stomach, Jimin doesn’t dare to look but he can see where it’s going in his peripheral, how he cups his cock through the fabric of his calvin klein’s.

Fuck. He’s just gonna continue right now?

“Why- why here though?”

Jimin tries so hard to keep his eyes from wandering, but he can see Jeongguk rub over his bulge slowly, hears the rustling of the fabric.

“Taehyung is a light sleeper.” Fingers brush up and down, drawing little circles on the head. “And I can get a bit loud.”

“O-oh.”

He nods, eyes accidentally darting down for a second, catching how Jeongguk’s cock twitches, index and middle finger caressing up and down over the length.

Fuck.

“And messy.”

“Mmh.”

That barely passes as a hum, but Jimin hopes the nod makes it less suspicious. His throat runs dry all over again, flashes of Jeongguk covered in his own cum, dirtying the bedsheets.

He bites on the inside of his lower lip, eyelids sinking as he looks at Jeongguk, who’s still looking right at him while playing with his cock.

“Thank you for the water.”

The water.

Right, he only came to bring water.

He has absolutely no reason to be standing here.

“No problem.”

He brings out.

Jeongguk’s stare is so intense, even in the dark Jimin feels locked in place. He takes deep breaths to stabilise himself, knows he should leave but his legs won’t move.

“So, if you don’t mind..”

Jeongguk’s hand slowly slides behind the waistband.

Oh fuck.

Heat flares up his face, guilt and shame filling up his senses because he.. well, he wants to watch. Jeongguk’s hand starts to move, up and down, that wet sound making it clear he’s actually getting off.

Jimin is still standing there.

He’s still just..

And Jeongguk just shamelessly jerks off, looking right at him, phone forgotten.

He needs to leave, he needs to back off and go to his room, he needs to- god Jeongguk’s cock is big. It’s thick too, the fabric of his underwear clings around the shape as his hand smoothly moves up and down around it. Fuck, even his balls are big, he’s so hung it’s illegal.

Shit, lost in the sauce.

He darts his eyes back up, finds Jeongguk looking back with a smug grin.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Jimin’s cheeks burn up at the question, because whether he wants to or not, he is actually enjoying himself. He can’t get enough of the sight, feels exhilarated just watching Jeongguk touch himself.

He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, eyes getting pulled back down as if by magnetic force. If he could only see everything, the head of Jeongguk’s cock rubbed pink, wet and sticky already.

Jeongguk chuckles, breathy and dark.

“You’re actually a voyeur.”

“I’m not.” He drags his eyes away, that little bit of dignity trying to beat some sense into him. “You’re just- you’re getting off in the living room.”

“Mhm. And you’re watching.”

Jeongguk challenges him with his eyes to argue, plays with his lip ring, runs his tongue over it.

Fuck, he’s so hot. Even Jimin’s dick can’t seem to hide it, twitching in his pyjama shorts, slowly rising up to his stomach.

Jeongguk catches it, eyes twinkling when they find the evidence.

Jimin attempts to hide his bulge behind his hand, even though it’s futile. Jeongguk just grins, doesn’t say a word, which kind of makes it worse.

“I’m just- I’m not hard because of this.”

He tries, though there is as much conviction in his voice as there is in that chuckle Jeongguk gives him.

“Of course not.”

In his peripheral he sees how Jeongguk pulls down the waistband of his underwear slightly, head of his cock now peeking out above it.

It takes him everything not to dart his eyes down, but Jeongguk drags it along the waistband, teases him with it until his resolve weakens. Once he looks down, Jeongguk covers himself up, getting off with a steady rhythm, neatly hidden behind his underwear.

Jimin got just the tiniest glimpse of it, barely enough. A pathetic, soft sound escapes his lips, and he’s embarrassed to admit he’s whining because he can’t see Jeongguk’s dick.

Jeongguk revels in it, grin plastered on his lips as he jerks off, breathy moans filling the living room.

Jimin sways a little on his feet, accidentally brushes his hand over his own cock through the fabric of his shorts. A rush of heat spreads through his body, low raspy moan coming out of him as he cups himself through his pants.

It’s so shameless, but his body is heating up considerably, and Jeongguk is doing it too, so..

He palms over his clothed cock, eyes zeroed on Jeongguk’s hand moving in his Calvin Klein’s, trying to catch a glimpse of it.

It seems Jeongguk is aware, because he plays with the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down, stretching it out, yet never far enough for Jimin to see anything.

He’s so fucking ashamed of the sounds he makes every time he almost sees Jeongguk’s cock, but he can’t help it.

At some point, the sound of Jeongguk jerking off starts getting so wet that Jimin is dying to see how much he’s leaking.

“Fuck- please.”

Jeongguk stops in his tracks, quirking a brow.

“Please what?”

“Take it off.”

He brings out, panting slightly.

The corner of Jeongguk’s mouth tugs up a little, and his eyes flicker down to where Jimin is touching himself over the fabric.

“You first.”

Jimin looks down at his flimsy shorts, cheeks burning a little. He bites on his tongue as he looks back.

“What? You said you didn’t mind being naked around anyone.”

Jeongguk reminds him, smug little smile on his face.

On one hand Jimin wants to argue and say that that’s not what he meant, but he’s too horny to form proper sentences, mind spinning with the idea of finally getting what he wants.

So he pulls down his shorts, lets them fall down to his ankles, cock slapping against his stomach.

Jeongguk’s eyes take him in rapidly, soft moan falling from his lips as he starts touching himself again.

“You too.”

Jimin demands as he curls a hand around his cock, shuddering at the skin on skin contact.

“Fine.”

Jeongguk pulls down his waistband, and Jimin is laser focused, holding his breath as he watches how excruciatingly slow Jeongguk takes it off. He drags his cock down with it, until finally it slaps back against his stomach.

Jimin gasps, arousal licking down his spine as he sees Jeongguk’s cock glistening with precum, leaking from the pink cockhead, vein running along the underside of his shaft. His throat runs dry in mere seconds and he swallows, craving to taste it on his tongue.

As if that wasn’t obvious enough, his own cock twitches, a pearly bead of precum dribbles from the head of his cock down the shaft, over his fingers.

“Fuck- how are you so wet?”

He asks.

Jeongguk breathes out a short laugh.

“Told you I get messy.”

Jimin burns, knees almost buckling. He’s in awe and in shock, while Jeongguk just continues, his hand all wet as he jerks off, collecting precum with every upstroke, dripping obscenely onto his stomach.

Jimin licks his lips, swallows a few times to get rid of that dryness, but nothing soothes the growing need to take Jeongguk in his mouth.

Before he can even voice his thoughts he’s already one knee on the couch.

“What- what are you-“

He puts his hands on either side of Jeongguk’s hips, hovering above his pretty cock, inching closer, mouth starting to water.

“Oh.”

Jeongguk gasps, grabbing the base of his cock to tilt it up a little, giving Jimin all access.

That’s all the consent he needs. He opens his mouth and wraps his lips around the head of Jeongguk’s cock. His eyes roll back the second he tastes his precum on his tongue, and he sucks around the head to collect every drop.

Jeongguk moans a little louder than before, so Jimin knows he’s doing something right. Especially when Jeongguk’s hips start to move after not even a second, trying to thrust into his mouth. He lets him, too turned on to take it slow anyway.

“Fuck- your mouth is so hot.”

One of Jeongguk’s hands fists in his hair, and Jimin relishes the praise, moaning around the shaft. He tries to take as much of his length as possible, loving the feeling of having his mouth stuffed.

When he starts hollowing his cheeks every time he bobs his head, Jeongguk gasps. He sounds positively mind-blown, every moan that slips out of his mouth gets higher and a little more pathetic.

“Oh my god- fuck- Jimin.”

Jimin’s eyes flutter shut, and he strokes himself at the same rhythm he sucks Jeongguk’s cock, darting out his tongue to lick over the length, kissing over the head before taking it all the way again.

And fuck, Jeongguk is messy. Every other minute precum dribbles down his shaft, and Jimin laps it up, swallowing around his cock.

He feels a hand on his hip then, trying to pull him closer. He lets Jeongguk’s cock slip out, looks over his shoulder.

“On- on top. Want you on top.”

Jeongguk pants, basically manhandling him in position so that his knees on either side of Jeongguk’s head, cock right above his face.

Jimin’s breath hitches as he realises.

“You- you want to do sixty-nine?”

He doesn’t get an answer, just a short silence before there’s a mouth on his cock. Jeongguk kisses over the length of it, slowly up to the head.

“Fuck.”

He groans, hips bucking against Jeongguk’s face, heat in his gut urging him to chase that warmth. And as soon as Jeongguk’s mouth wraps around him he loses all sanity.

There’s nothing left but for lust and desire as he thrusts into Jeongguk’s mouth, unable to take it easy. Warm, wet heat engulfs his length and he wants nothing more than to fill it up, come inside, make Jeongguk swallow.

It’s only when he feels Jeongguk’s cock poking against his cheek that he remembers to take him into his mouth as well.

And then it’s all pure instinct. His mind goes blank, all he feels is Jeongguk’s big cock thrusting into his mouth over and over, reaching the back of his throat, while he fucks Jeongguk’s mouth at the same time, sinking into that heat, feeling the vibrations of Jeongguk’s every moan.

His hands travel over Jeongguk’s body, squeezing his legs, holding his hips, his waist, anything he can touch. At the same time he feels Jeongguk’s hands run over his back, leaving marks with his nails, cupping his ass cheeks, forcing him deeper into his mouth.

It makes his jaw go slack, which just invites Jeongguk to ram his cock into his mouth as hard as he pleases. Jimin chokes around the length, can’t help but love that feeling.

“Ngh- so fucking good, gonna come already.”

Jeongguk pants, as if he’s embarrassed he can’t last longer.

Jimin moans, can’t even pretend he doesn’t want to swallow. He just nods around Jeongguk’s cock, encourages him to use his mouth by just taking him in all the way, deepthroating him.

“A-ah fuck.”

Jeongguk whimpers, thrusting into his mouth even faster; It’s sloppy, a mix of saliva and precum making it so wet until the living room fills with a sound too obscene to describe.

“Ngh- fuck- yes- Jimin.”

With his name rolling of Jeongguk’s tongue, he feels an electric shock running through his body, and just a second after, his mouth fills up with seed, that big cock twitching with every spurt, thrusting deeper into his mouth.

He swallows eagerly, eyes closed, experiencing pure bliss knowing he just made Jeongguk come like that. The aftertaste is a little bitter, but god, this is what he was missing all night.

“Want- want you to come too.”

Jeongguk pants, completely breathless.

Jimin wishes he could see his face, but as soon as he feels Jeongguk’s mouth back around his cock he forgets all about it.

He sucks on Jeongguk’s softening cock while rolling his hips down. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registers that it’s kind of suspicious that a straight guy would be this eager to suck dick, but that thought doesn’t weigh against his desperate need to come.

Jeongguk takes him even deeper, until his nose presses snugly against his balls, and Jimin moans embarrassingly high. He’s always been quite sensitive there. Jeongguk seems to notice because next thing Jimin knows there’s a hand cupping them.

He gasps, squeezing Jeongguk’s thigh to stay sane, cock slipping out of his mouth. It’s no use trying to last, the combination of that hot, wet heat around him, sucking him so well, and a hand gently playing with his balls; it’s too much.

“A-ah fuck- so close- I’m so fucking close-“

He warns, but Jeongguk doesn’t let him slip out. Instead he sucks even harder, moans as if he wants to have a taste.

God fuck.

He pants against the head of Jeongguk’s cock, heat coiling in his gut, muscles going taut as he thrusts a few more times, a rush of heat spreading over his back, and then he finally bursts.

“A-ah- fuck- nghh!”

He squeezes the back of Jeongguk’s thighs, eyes rolling back as he comes. He hears Jeongguk swallowing around him, feels how he’s sucking him through his orgasm, which in turn makes it last even longer. He shudders, string of moans falling from his lips as he forces his cock in even deeper.

Jeongguk gently caresses over his balls, sending him to heaven. His vision turns white, and he just lets go, muscles relaxing with each slow thrust, until he’s so spent he can’t even bring himself to move.

Jeongguk caresses over his back, warm hands, down to his ass, over his hips, taps him once. Jimin gets the hint and moves off of him, lets himself fall down next to Jeongguk on the couch.

For a good minute he’s just trying to catch his breath, listens to Jeongguk doing the same.

He’s in a state of pure disbelief. The whole sequence from going out to wanting to get water for his dry throat to ending up doing sixty-nine with Jeongguk on his living room couch is not processing.

And then the whole thing about Jeongguk being straight, just doesn’t make any sense.

He turns to look at Jeongguk, sees him with his eyes closed, satisfied smile on his lips.

It’s kind of.. cute.

He reaches out, hesitate to touch Jeongguk’s face, takes his hand back.

As if Jeongguk notices, he turns to look at him, eyes twinkling in the dark.

“Wanna make out?”

Jimin blinks, didn’t think after having sucked Jeongguk’s dick he’d feel his cheeks burn up by a question like that, but here he is, proven wrong.

“What- now?”

“Yeah?”

“Do.. do you want to make out?”

He asks, making sure Jeongguk isn’t just asking that to-

“Yeah.”

Oh.

Jeongguk pulls him close by the back of his neck, nose bumping against his own, breath ghosting over his lips.

Jimin feels his temperature rise, heartbeat picking up.

“You’re- you’re aware I just had your dick in my mouth right?”

“Fully aware.”

“And I swallowed so are you sure you- mmh-“

Jeongguk’s lips are really soft. His eyes flutter shut, and he tangles his hands in Jeongguk’s hair, testing the waters. He’s been kissing guys at the club all night, rough and fast just to get to the good part. But Jeongguk opens his lips slowly, caresses over his jaw, licks over his bottom lip with no haste at all.

Jimin moans softly, tangles their legs together, shares his body warmth. It’s like he just melts, with those warm hand sliding over his waist to pull him closer, hot tongue licking into his mouth.

It’s comfortable, he can’t recall the last time he kissed after sex like this, and if he did, he doesn’t remember it feeling this good.

Jeongguk gently bites on his lower lip, before he parts to breathe.

“That’s addictive.”

Jimin silently agrees, already missing the warmth.

“I was thinking we should go to your room.”Jeongguk whispers then, pecking his lips once more. “You know, in case Taehyung or Hoseok walk in.”

Jimin’s eyes widen at the mention, and he wholeheartedly agrees.

“Yeah- yeah let’s go.”

He pulls up his shorts and stands up, knees a little wobbly as he takes Jeongguk’s hand and guides him to his room.

He makes a gesture to Jeongguk to keep quiet, because even though they’re safer in his room in terms of being seen, Taehyung’s room is next to his.

Jeongguk makes a scout’s honour pose, but that grin states the opposite. Jimin pretends he doesn’t like it, just takes Jeongguk to his bed.

They cuddle close under the covers, legs intertwining, arms wrapping around each other. Jimin doesn’t think he’s ever been this cuddly with a guy after sex. Which brings him to the next question popping up.

“I thought you were straight?”

Jeongguk snorts.

“I just sucked your dick and kissed you.”

“Taehyung said you were straight.”

Jeongguk seems as confused as he is, just looking at him in the dark, blinking slowly.

“He knows I’m bi though.”

Jimin frowns, doesn’t get why Taehyung would lie about..

Oh.

That little shit.

“What?”

Jeongguk asks.

“I think he didn’t want me to know. He didn’t want us to fuck.”

Of course, Taehyung would straight up lie to him to prevent this from happening.

“Ah, so I assume you having a long-distance boyfriend is a lie too?”

Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up, and then he scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“He said that? Taehyung is such a-“

“Sssh.”

Jeongguk puts his finger on his lips, points at Taehyung’s room.

Jimin swallows his words, then focuses back on Jeongguk.

“So you thought I had a boyfriend this whole time?”

“Well, I kind of started doubting that when you were staring at my dick in the shower.” Jeongguk noses along his jawline, presses soft kisses on his neck, up to his ear, and then whispers, “Which was an invitation by the way. I left a whole curtain open for you.”

Jimin shivers, burning up at the idea that he could have had him then.

“Mmh, sorry, I was under the impression you were straight until seconds ago.”

Jeongguk hums, gently bites in his earlobe, hot breath ghosting over his skin. Jimin’s eyelids sink, a second wave of arousal licking down his spine.

“Yeah? Was I that bad at sucking dick?”

Jeongguk asks then.

Jimin smirks.

“Don’t know..” He tangles a hand in Jeongguk’s hair, pulls on it gently. “Maybe you should do it again.”

He can see Jeongguk’s eyes glint, then feels one of his hands slide down over his semi-hard cock.

“Think Taehyung might wake up.”

Jeongguk slips his hand behind the waistband anyway.

Jimin sucks in a sharp breath.

“Good.”

———————

Safe to say, Jimin did not get a blink of sleep.

And by the look on Taehyung’s face once he and Jeongguk stumble out of his room, he didn’t either.